Around the corner, i have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yes the days go by and
weeks rush on,
and
befoqe i know it, a year is gone,
and i never see my old friend face,
for life is a swift and terrfible face,
he knows that i like him just as well,
as in the past days when i rang his bell
and
he rang mine,
but
we were young then
and
now we are busy, tired men, tired of playing a foolish game, tired of making name,
tomorrow i say,
i 'll call you my friend, just to show
that i am thinking of him,
but
tomorrow
comes
and
goes
and
distance between us
grows and grows,
around the corner yet miles away,
here's telegram
sir
'your friends died today! '
and
thats what we deserve and got in the end,
around the corner, a vanished friend,
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